The night I packed my belongings and opened the door to walk out of the room at Fullerton Hotel two years ago was the day I should have left and never turned back.
I never have any regrets in life, except this. I curse the days I never walked away when they were presented to me so MANY times. So many I can't even begin to count.
If this is how it's like to be with you, I'd rather be alone.
And Karen, you're fucking stupid.
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